Maedhros only smiles. A flicker of an expression, glowing bright one moment and fading to naught in the next.

"It was not the work of Mandos, I know so much. Perhaps Eru Allfather found reason to offer us a new chance." Even as he says the words, he cannot feign belief in them. The sons of Feanor are no more deserving of divine forgiveness now than upon the day they drew blades against their own kin. "Have you any insight, o doomsayer?"